Letter To Talien

I go to Maria’s room and knock. She opens the door, “What’s wrong?” “We can get married now.” I tell her about the eejits being able to go back home.

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

Caylee got to her room and slammed her back to her bed. She covered herself with the comforter. Her face had been bright red as tears streamed down her face. She tried to think of what could cheer her up. Erin, Caylee’s best friend had always made her happy. Caylee grabbed her phone and to avoid anyone hearing her cry, she had texted

"What if you came with me?" I ask quickly, because had I waited another second, he'd've kicked me out. He was about to, I could tell, but now I've distracted him from that. Now his expression is a little less hard. Because he's thinking.

“They didn’t even get to say goodbye to their families,” said Wes his eyes glistening with

“She said I should forgive her for breaking up with me and go to the prom with her.”

“ Yesterday Jenna accidentally told me that mom and dad aren’t my parents, that I’m adopted, and I cannot concentrate on anything but that and without keeping secrets from you.”

"Well there's a few key things you forgot," I countered with a grin. "You were the one telling me to do and you were the one who pushed me off."

"It's fine ,but is there any entries about my mom?" Francis teen male voice said voice almost breaking he didn't know James brought them

Several servants were whispering to one another in a conspirator’s way as they stood in line on both sides of the walkway to her front door. The giggling between each exchange from one another, said much about the topic they were discussing. Normally, she would let the show of poor manners go, but when all conversation stopped the moment they realized it was her and not her father stepping out of the limo, it became obvious she was the topic of conversation and they wished employment elsewhere. Before she could point out the newly unemployed, a strong voice interrupted her before her fun got started.

“I can’t believe it,” she declared. He shrugged. “No not the Director. My mom knew your wife. My dad did…things with your wife.”

“They were returned to Promethuems, but you can’t live like that anymore,” the child snorted as if it was obvious.

“Didn’t your father tell you?” she asked. Jem and I shook our heads. “Probably he forgot. He’s not in yet, is he?”

“Really Jake, you just had to do that?” Ken, the kids dad said. “We better go to the hotel. We don’t want Maddy to do anything stupid.”

Just the thought of all they had done to place both of these girls in the best possible position to capture their son’s consideration for a permanent relationship had them wondering if someone